A friend called one day with her arm in bandages, and in a sling. She began to tell of the accident that caused a dislocated wrist. The physician advised great care, and said she must not attempt to use it for six weeks, as on account of her age it would be long in healing. All of which I vigorously denied. My mother was visiting me at the time, and said, "If Christian Science can do such things, why don't you heal her?" I asked her if she wished the healing and she replied in the affirmative. We went into the parlor, and I told her to remove her bandages. Her arm had become so helpless that she could not lift it to tie her bonnet strings, could not even hold her comb. As we talked of Christian Science, I noticed that, unconsciously, she had begun to move her hand and arm. As we went on talking of heavenly things, I felt that she was healed, and said, "I believe you can now go in to Mother, wave your hand above your head, and say, hurrah!" She did it and we were all very happy. This was Monday about 5 P. M. On Wednesday morning, I called upon her and found she had been waiting a long time for a man to put up her coal stove. It was cold, so I told her if she would help me, I felt sure we could put it up. Her fears were soon dispelled, and we put up the heavy coal stove together, she using her hand and arm as well as I could mine. When it was complete, the stove was found to be too near the wall to get the pipe in. We simply took hold of the zinc to pull it in place, and as I declared the supremacy of Mind, we pulled it as easily as if it was a chair.
One afternoon about four o'clock, while out on Dispensary work, I stopped abruptly, and felt called to go, at once, into a little tumble-down house on the corner. The door was open, and I saw four little children eating a miserable meal in a dirty kitchen. I asked "Where is your mother?" They replied "She's hurt." I asked them to take me to her. On entering the bedroom I found a neighbor attending a half stupefied, groaning woman. The neighbor told me that the woman had been thrown from a wagon the night before. The physician who was called said she had internal injuries, and ordered whiskey for her. He said several ribs were broken and pressed upon the lungs; she could not sit up, sleep, disrobe, or move without intense suffering, every breath brought a groan; the people were poor, and the physician failed to return in the morning as he had promised. I dismissed the neighbor and in a few minutes the woman breathed easily, and sat up. I then asked her if she wished me to help her, she replied "I will die if I don't get help soon, do anything you can for me." I treated her, and she slept an hour after I had gone, when she awoke she got up and sat in a chair. She slept all that night, and when I called in the morning she was up and dressed, but with her hair hanging down her back. She said she could not lift her arms. After the treatment, she dressed her hair, and after the fourth treatment, she returned to her work as a laundress.
